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I Was A Teenage Wuss.
In Junior High School, I Had Oily, Stringy Hair And Lots Of Pimples.
I Wore Really Wussy Clothes.
Most Of The Other Kids Called Me A Faggot.
Even Some Of The Other Wusses Called Me A Faggot.
There Was Maybe Five Kids In The Whole School Who Were Wussier Than I Was.
I Was Really Wussed Out.
I Was Afraid Of Girls, And Guys Scared The Shit Out Of Me.
They Used To Say To Me, "What Are You, Fucking Queer?"
They Wanted Me To Fight, To Prove I Wasn't A Faggot.
But I Didn't Fight, I Ran Away.
{cussing In The Background}
I Was A Wuss.
I Was Never Into Any Sports At All.
I Never Took Showers After Gym Class.
I Wore My Gym Clothes Under My Regular Clothes,
So I Wouldn't Have To Change In Front Of Everybody Else.
I Was Afraid To Realize My Full Potential In School Because,
To The Other Kids,
The Smarter You Were,
The Wussier You Were
I Was A Hopeless Wuss.
Wuss, Wuss, Wuss.
I Was Into Science Fiction And Math And Chess.
It Was Not Fun Being A Wuss, And Even Now,
Now That I'm Not Nearly As Much Of A Wuss As I Once Was,
I Still Feel Kind Of Wussy From Time To Time:
Residual Wussiness-
The Kind Of Thing You Can Never Really Leave Behind.
That's The Way It Goes.